Poem a Day 2023

There are rooms that only exist when certain things are aligned, only once, or twice maybe. 

My vacant expression in an unfamiliar room that I live in, 

Here in the the here after

living is cavernous, a profound dream half-forgotten 

but mostly lingering as if it were just 

around a corner, waiting to be summoned 

by the most demure architectural details;

scrupulously re-arranging furniture into occult formations, 

Pushing planets into alignment with my uncontainable envious nostalgia. 

I swear, I was standing right there and 

I reached through the walls and found a 

place to burrow in my first winter. 

I promise I went beyond that corner of the basement and lived a life there.